It was so dark. Everything was pitch-black. The only thing she could hear was screams. Screams of slaves being tortured.

Delaney couldn't recall how long they'd kept her in this pit. The forty-seventh day maybe? She had no idea who had kidnapped her, why, or what they were looking for. She couldn't help but wonder if the hunters were responsible. Vampires or werewolves: which is it?

Maybe they wanted her to be so weak that she couldn't lift a finger before they will reveal themselves to her. They didn't realize it, but her werewolf side had been keeping her alive. As Delaney reminisced about all the good and awful memories...